Surrealism Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Surrealism



Dusting the ash-stained scrolls,
The paintings of time-gone;

Time-present reads the sadness of
Futility of man's tills.

Our contortions, heart-deep, fret us.

Monday, November 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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